100 years after the Second Wizarding War, and the Death Eaters are back. Hogwarts, newly rebuilt, has to muster a new courage, for the game has changed. A new story is rising. It's a new Age, a new Life and a new Generation. It's time for a Revolution.

Tumble the Humble (Tag: Gabriel)

Shopping for hours, Lacetta had gathered many herbs and potions to resupply her cabinets at Hogwarts. She had been running low on many, and had hardly noticed the slow degradation of her cabinets until late last night.

She hadn't wanted to bother Luke to make her any more, so she had gone out on her own to purchase the products that she needed, as she rightfully should be. She loved Luke, he was a dear friend, but she felt the need to do something for herself for a change. Take a bit more responsibility into her hands.

Her arms were stacked high with bottles and lotions, fresh herbs still in soiled jars and plants in plastic containers. She could hardly see where she was going, paying all of her mind and attention on her feet as she tried to navigate into and around the Leaky Cauldron for a short break.

The Auror trudged downstairs, feet slowly lagging behind. Though the Deatheaters had been strangely quiet leaving his ample time to rest...he still felt as tired as ever. The early nights had only left his mind more foggy in the mornings. Today's was no difference.

It would just be a typical day of a trip to the Ministry to check up some new cases...hear some complaint about a cat going missing. Some people seemed to believe that dark wizards were the source of everything bad--even a case of some missing clothes pegs.

The auror stretched his arms above his head as he yawned. The short moment of closed eyes resulted in him colliding into something.

It hadn't taken very much force for Lacetta to have fallen over, tumbling to the cold stone below her. Little of her mind was paid to herself, it was only a fall after all, though all of her concern was placed on the items she had dropped.

She had scanned the floor, piling the items that she had gathered back onto one another. She had many things that were unharmed, a few with small cracks but nothing tragic. That was good, and had settled her mind a bit.

One potion had stood out, though, seeping through the cracks on the floor. It appeared to have been the only one that had broken, which Lacetta hadn't minded, she just hadn't wanted to create any hazard to those around her.

During this time, Lacetta hadn't noticed Gabriel, and didn't seem to notice that he had run into her, opposed to her more probable thought of falling all on her own.